So I went to Centro, a highly-regarded taco place. I wanted to go there because the Little Blue Food Truck, which I have been following all summer, was at Indeed, which was the next building over, and shoot, I might as well eat at Centro, see if I can eat something at the truck, then pick up a crowler of a beer even though I had never been to Indeed. I wanted to do all of those things even though it took a lot longer to get my hair cut from my stripper girlfriend (that's a blog post in and of itself), I was still determined to do so. And it was all good, even though I paid for it last night.
Well, I sort-of am paying for it now. Some in the row of cars I parked with got tickets on their windshields, and dammit, that included mine. Then I took a second look at the parking sign. I thought the arrow underneath the "P" circled and crossed out told me that the driveway I was close to when I parked was not allowed. I needed to realize what that arrow, which was pointing in both directions, actually means. Yeah, I wasn't supposed to park there -- even though the truck I parked behind was also parked there! I really need to do a better job at looking at things and think through what they mean.
Yeah, I'm bummed that I got a parking ticket. Don't remember the last time I got one. Was it while on vacation? Frankly, I think by the time I got back to my car I was too buzzed by the margarita I had to care about a ticket. Also, I was so damn determined to eat and drink at these three complexes that I was going to "take all consequences" in order to do so. Plus, this was my first time around there. Finally, I have enough money to pay for the ticket.
But now I know. Next time I go to Centro & Indeed (the food truck is on its way to new adventures), I'll know where I can and cannot park. And I think I'm going back this weekend. Just to prove to myself I can park there without getting a ticket, you know?
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